[ Well... it's not like Amos has thought of himself as a person in a long time. Potentially ever, considering how young he'd had to break off parts of himself. He just... is. A tool, a weapon, and not much more than that, some crucial component to him missing.

(Not missing. Buried, and buried too deep for anyone to find again. It's there, not quite snuffed out of life, just something unrecognizable and inaccessible, and yet still a part of what drives him, even if he's unaware of it.)

His smile doesn't reach his eyes. ]

Sure. [ Amos' voice is light and noncommittal, but he's already kinda leaning in. ] I don't mind.

[ There's the sense that Amos is doing this more for Matt than himself, but he's happy enough to oblige. Everyone deals with shit their own ways and all that, and far be it from him to take something away from Matt when it costs him nothing. He's kinda well past the point of feeling anything, but he'll still tuck his chin in on Matt's shoulder, let him embrace him.

Eventually, he speaks up again, staring out at the wall opposite to him, at nothing. ]

If we can create a world where that doesn't happen... I dunno. I dunno if I can ever be okay or happy, but I think that'd be enough for me.